.
whilst thuh scop
cloak'd royal-blue
en
gazing 'cross thuh prairie
'vision'n embrasure
uh'citadel'z
grandiose overtook'em
delusionz
uv thuh trap'd damzel
an emerald crown
bottling an auburn tress'd
pink princess
leap'n from thuh castle'z citadel
thus
tramp he did 'to hern az
bastion
az down hern
az feather
thuh
float'did
into grateful
hiz
torso'z limbz
hern flood'en
auburn
thuh bard'z think
vim
.
verbally that iz
az hear'n
an
audiance
tuh me
laud
or
chide my
thus
edvard hern
'bout
oak
immure'd
theze slips
ink's
tuh tap think
tickle
tilt
.
again
there be
two uv yuh
and y'all know
it be thuh awesome
muse for this scop
yesss
i love thuh way
y'all do that
up end
down
i hope it doesn't
hurt tuh do
that
do y'all move
washerz and dryerz
az well
')
whut
.
move it over
uh li'l hon
front mine
see
feel mine
accoladez
stronger than
breathez
.
one could hear thuh
thump uv hiz
feet
there
thuh scop said it
"feet"
anywho
'twere 'cauze
he hear'd hiz heart
sing'n in thuh
distance
.
fromg her whisper
unto hern wet
cleverly
naiad soft
hern speak
yesss
lures this scop into
hern depths
mine
deaths
.
i wanna write
'bout be'n
thuh police officer
the preacher
pilot
prune pitter
well
maybe not
thuh prune pitter
but this scop iz
neither
but
i'm thuh poet
thuh photographer
and thuh
paramour
thus
write i must
'bout thuh femininez
and ourn
ambiguous
arcane
abstruse
bliss
.
imagine
from bulbous budz
cometh
enchanting
flowerz
oh
and
from globose nuts
comez
thuh mighty
oak
.
Their were hern
‘mongst known
mine
wrapped were
they
‘bout mine nervous
gest
i gasp’d
decorous mine
closing
(both)eyne
Such thuh touch
i’ve ever
never
know'd
*scop doth know; "their" from, there
*unto the astute; "their" think
ticklez
.
Without light
Gold will
Not
Glisten
Without hers
Turgid fupa
‘Tatched
Az molded
Clay
Unto
Hern thicks
did i mention
‘Bout the gold
*Glistening*
"regard not the
scop
the bard iz the
punctilious
carnivore"
hm
Written: September 08, 2023
Pleiades Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Albatross with deft shape
Aptly walz with wingspan
Across wild oceans soars
Abstract sway and power
As stars beam with delight
Apostle verve and scop
Always burden bearer
.
"mine breathe" says the scop
filled with verve 'bout love's passion
"compares not yourn touch"
Jabberwocky Redux
After reading too much Aquinas
Would an aphid reside in an onager’s ear
if the onager’s master spoke Twi?
Or a Gascony scop with a leper elope
if a civet leapt out of a tree?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Would an addax in Denmark gyrate
if an emu in Sweden bore freight?
Or an eland in Chile complain
if jerboas in Goa refrain?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
For really I thought ‘twas the onager taught
the aphid the tenor of Twi, and
that Gascony scops with Norwegians eloped
when Danes had lepers to tea.
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Donal Mahoney
Let Any Agnostic Provide a Reply
After reading too much Aquinas
Would an aphid reside in an onager’s ear
if the onager’s master spoke Twi?
Or a Gascony scop with a leper elope
if a civet leapt out of a tree?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Would an addax in Denmark gyrate
if an emu in Sweden bore freight?
Or an eland in Chile complain
if jerboas in Goa refrain?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
For really I thought ‘twas the onager taught
the aphid the tenor of Twi, and that
Gascony scops with Norwegians eloped
when Danes had lepers to tea.
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Donal Mahoney
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
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